“If you need a second opinion, I’m happy to watch you model whatever designs you make in the future. You know, to be helpful.”
She laughed. “Oh, you’re so kind.”
He shrugged. “I live to serve.”
It was funny how she’d pegged him on that earlier. He did like to be needed. People called out for him, and he went running. Being discarded or ignored never sat well with him, no matter how much of a reality it was in his world. Class, money, and title mattered. To a lot of people, at least. And Dex always came up short. So what he lacked in highbrow reputation, he made up for with fun and an easygoing time.
Which was what Michelle was looking for. They both had their reasons for not expecting or wanting any more.
Except right then, how she was looking at him, nothing about holding himself back was easy. He wanted to get lost in her, even if it was just for tonight.
“You find yourself in a predicament, princess.” He reluctantly stepped away and grabbed a single item out of his pack. It was on the floor near the table, so he didn’t have to go too far. “You’re at a disadvantage, in a new place, and now…” He pulled out the duct tape, and the snapping sound of him unwinding the spool made her smile. Oh yeah, he liked her. “Now you’re going to need to free yourself.”
She held out her hands, wrists together for him.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like being tied up,” he said, remembering her enjoyment from the other night. And now she was clearly eager to be bound again. She had a naughty side to her, and he was a sick bastard for tapping into that and loving it.
“I may like it,” she admitted coyly. But the second he wrapped her wrist with the duct tape, her breasts rose on fuller breaths, and her skin flushed. Oh, she more than liked it. And he more than liked it back.
“If you’re restrained, how would you get out?” he asked. The duct tape was secure, and she wiggled her wrists but gained no ground.
“Show me,” she asked.
“Use your surroundings. Like the doorjamb.” He opened the bedroom door and ran his finger along the sharp edge of it. “Running the tape along this edge will eventually cut it. Wear it down so you can rip it.”
She walked over, and Dex had to curse his dick to wait, because there was a sexy woman in nothing but lingerie and duct tape, clicking those sexy heels through his house. A woman like her was his prisoner tonight, and he wanted to savor it. Play with her a little. No matter how hard his cock was, he’d enjoy this game for as long as he could.
She eyed the door, then him, then her bound wrists. Damn, there was something sexy about her red hair, creamy skin, and duct tape. She stepped between him and the door, effectively placing her ass against this crotch. She knew what she was doing. And so did he. And so did his cock, which he had to curse once more to calm the hell down.
“Like this?” she said, slowly running her wrists up and down the edge of the door. Except she was bending as she did it. A full-body kind of bend that was going to make him go off sooner than that damn tape. At this rate, he wouldn’t get to play with her or teach her much, because he was ready to use that duct tape in different ways.
“Sort of.” He had to clear a cough from his throat. The way her ass nestled against his front was way, way too good. “Try it faster.”
She did. Running her bound wrists against the door more frantically, trying to wear out the tape, yet once again, her whole body got in on the action. Jesus, he was going to come faster than a damn teenager grinding for the first time.
“Stop jiggling so much,” he said quickly and stepped back from her gyrating body that was rubbing all the right places.
She stopped and spun to face him.
“Excuse me,” she said, her bound hands in front of her, pointing at him. “Nothing about me jiggles, thank you very much.”
Dex smiled and cupped her breast.
“One area does. But I’m not complaining, princess.”
He dropped his hand, and she huffed. Seemed she wanted more. That small contact had made her go soft, but now she was glaring again. She wasn’t getting her way. He could see it in her eyes, and damn, that excited him. She wanted him. Was trying to get him. And now she was pouting because he wasn’t making it easy for her.
She’d just have to get used to that. He was the boss tonight, after all.
“I’m supposed to use my surroundings, right?” she asked sweetly, and Dex was almost worried at what she had planned. Those blue eyes were fused to him.
“That’s right.”
She gently lifted her hands up over his head and rested them around his neck. She was in his arms, face to face, locked against him.